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what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

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Apex and Prey pt. 1

A few parts written to Woops! By DJ Bountyhunter, Let The World Burn by Chris Grey, & Fatal Attraction by Reed Wonder x Aurora Olivas

OC characters

Im not an author, I just write things. So, sorry for misspelling or weird grammar structures.

The late summer air was still cool enough to give her goosebumps.

She wore pink fishnets, low cut shorts, the bottom hem fitting just below her asscheeks

Her top, something she'd never wear before, a pink rhinestoned bikini and a cropped long sleeve.

She hid her body from the world in her day to day life as a nurse. Always wore scrubs a little lose, if she went out for groceries she'd wear yoga pants but still a top long enough to cover her ass, or she hid behind a hoodie.

A habit she picked up after the many years of bullying she endured in high school for her weight.

Her body wasnt like a Victoria secrets model, no matter how much she wanted it to be. Her belly still stuck out a bit, her tit's not big enough in her opinion and her thighs and ass were in her opinion, her saving grace but she still wished for the cellulite to dissappear and for the stretch marks on her stomach to dissappear too.

As self critical as she was about herself, she still decided to don the costume her friends gave her and have fun at this party. A rave, is where they ended up going to. The place looked like it could crumble from the bass of the music alone. Yet somehow, the old church building was still standing.

"Let loose. We don't party often enough anymore," her friend said cooly in her ear and handed her a pill, something she hadn't seen or taken before.

She looked at her friend, questioningly.

"X." Her friend said, taking another pill and swallowing it.

She was determined to have fun, fun that in her late teens and early twenties went to waste, being someone she wasnt ready to be. And someone, the other didn't deserve.

She swallowed her fear and the tablet and they walked through the smoky hall, into the nave. At the altar was the DJ and giant speakers surrounding him, looking as if they'd fall from their bases.

She looked up to the roof which was a giant sheet of stained glass, some sectioms dedicated to angels and cherubs painted on the wall but the paint was fading and there were cracks here and there, a few stained glass pieces also missing.

She tried to brush off the potential dangers, the daggers of glass that could fall at any moment and slice through her skin. She shivered.

Pushing forward, at each wing of the church were couches and some of the old pews. The wood splintered, she didn't dare sit on them.

Her friend grabbed her hands, pulled them away from her stomach, she was hiding and danced their way to the dance floor.

Her moves were stiff at first, not really knowing what to do with her hands, she kept them at her sides.

"What's going to make you loosen up?" Her friend asked, noticing her reluctance.

"Im just worried."

"Okay, your parents are fine, they're at home. Dogs are good, taken care of. You're with us, your best friends— we'd never let anything bad happen to you. Chris already said he was the DD, he's sitting over there," she pointed to the pews, he was sitting with his two dates on either side of him, laughing and looking completely sober.

"And if for whatever reason he isn't sober by the end of the night, we'll catch an Uber back to mine, it's literally ten minutes from here. So, relax!! Have fun!! You're starting your postgraduate in a few weeks."

She loved her friends, loved that they knew her enough to help susbside the anxiety.

As she felt better, lighter from those thoughts, she also knew she was feeling the effects of the molly. Her skin tingled, she felt the euphoria wash over her, dowsing her from head to toe.

"Im getting a drink, I'll be back." Her friend said but she was in another world, entranced by the music. Her eyes were closed, listening and feeling the music in her bones.

She felt two sets of energy encasing her.

One dangerously dark, vile, and evil. She wanted to pull away from that energy. She stepped back slightly. The other energy was darker and possessive but softer, lighter against her.

She felt a pair of large, strong hands on her waist. They were hot against her skin. Almost burning into her skin... marking her. Her head lulled back at the sensation. Normally, even though she wasnt sober, she'd still be wary, still pull back from anyone's touch. But her instinct took over and after realizing this was the energy calling to her, her mind, body and spirit, she pushed her hips back. Her ass pressing against his pants to the rhythm of the music.

She could've sworn she heard a low growl coming from him. He spun her to face him. Her eyes opened and pupils widened.

The first thing she noticed besides his godly hands was his dark hair, slight kinks and curls in it. She just wanted to run her fingers through them. Her eyes traveled to his nose and mouth, she wondered how good theyd feel pressed against her lips, against her neck, and against her already aching core. She was slightly shaken when she took in his eyes. His eyes blue, almost too blue, almost white or silver under the moonlight shining through the stained glass. He looked angelic with his devilish smirk.

"Hello, gorgeous." His voice sent shockwaves of pleasure. She was sure she could orgasm just by listening to him talk.

What she didn't know or notice is he wasn't looking for his next kill, rather he was to be her protector.

She didnt notice, the way other men were looking at her, their eyes vile, nothing but darkness through their heads.

He had noticed her the minute she walked in, noticed the way her thighs spilled out of the shorts, she kept having to pull them down a bit each time she walked. Her arms, not skinny, enough fat in them he wanted to bite down, leave marks on her just so everyone else staring at her knew she belonged to someone already.

When she first entered..

His eyes had scanned the room, noticed the potential threats. Those men who simply didnt see her like he did. Men that just wanted to get her alone, fuck her, use her and leave her discarded.

He saw her and knew he had to protect her.

Like wolves or lions in the wild, his eyes darkened toward each male, a warning to not touch his mate.

But one male, standing just across the nave, kept his stare on her. When he realized the apex was staring at him, he flinched back almost slightly. He stepped forward. Instinct took over and the apex took longer, quicker steps to his lamb.

She was oblivious to the whole thing. Didn't notice she was now encased between two men. Didnt take much for the apex to scare off the lesser, his eyes were dark. The lesser was all talk, no bite.

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"You're mine now beautiful." He whispered against her ear, hands splayed on her abdomen, rubbing small circles into her skin with his fingers.

The music pulsed in her veins, she could feel every cell from his fingers mesh into hers. She was already moaning at his touch.

He pulled back, completely letting her go. She opened her eyes again and whined, looking up to him with puppy dog eyes.

"Come with me." He extended his hand, waiting for her decision.

But eagerly, almost too fast she said yes. He placed her in front of him, his right hand, around the back of her neck, like a collar and the other hand on her waist, guiding her to her friends at the pews

Chris was wary, looking over the tall man,

"Gina, are you okay?" Laura - her best friend approached next, but before she could slap his hands away from her best friend, he looked at them both and said, "I'm getting her things and taking her home."

They stared at him for a moment, looking into his eyes and then down to her. The hold around her neck wasn't tight, and his demeanor didn't indicate he was dangerous. They looked at each other and, with a silent nod, gave her things to the tall, commandeering man.

Had Gina been in her normal state of awareness, she'd be protesting, wouldn't she?

But even if the man had a hold on her... Somehow, she knew she'd still grab his hand even if she was sober.

"Do you usually get into strangers cars?" He teased.

"This is no place for a pretty thing like yourself."

"Mm-mm, only cute, tall, mysterious strangers." She shook her head bashfully. He pushed her against the passenger door. One hand still on her neck, the other moved around to get the handle, he leaned forward, to get just next to her ear and whispered,

"Cute?" He chuckled.

Her knees buckled, her legs almost gave out, but he caught her, helping her into his car.

Moments later they arrived to her place, she was in and out of it. The music played in his car softly, different than that at the club.

His hand rested at her knee at first and inched up each mile that passed. Her breath hitched as he got closer to her aching core. She tried to slide down and tried to move his hand closer. But he kept her still, "Be a good girl."

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mmm tall boyfriend!character who you're excitedly telling a story to but you have to keep tilting your head up to look at him while talking, so in the middle of your excited rambling, he takes a seat but also pulls you into his lap; even sitting he's a bit taller than you, so having you on him and so close is far more practical, he thinks. you pause for a minute, but he's looking at you with a tiny smile.

"keep talkin', baby. im listening." but it's hard to concentrate on your story when he's looking at you like that, his large hand rubbing circles against the small of your back.

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Blurbs

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Neither of them were innocent when it came to kinks. they both enjoyed a little aggression. He did the most. He came the hardest seeing his babygirls face soaked with tears. And although to anyone else they mightve seemed like tears of pain, sadness and discomfort in the worst way for her it was tears of pleasure, pain and trust. Trusting the man in front of her with her most intimate self. Knowing that although yes, there was discomfort and pain, it was all for her pleasure. His too of course, but he was a gentleman.

Tonight was no different. He lay on the bed, his back against the wall. His tall stature and broad shoulders and thick legs encased her between him. her legs open and hooked behind his. His way of keeping her open all for him. her pussy was dripping, aching for him and he hadn't even touched you yet.

"Such a pretty girl, dressed up for me." He hummed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

He loved to dress her up, this time he bought her a cowprint one piece with matching thigh highs and paired it with a choker with a small cowbell on it. Her body was glorious, drawn by God himself. Her thighs spilled over the thigh highs, her hips a beautiful curve out, her stomach was soft. Her hard work of losing weight was showing. She hated her tummy, the stretchmarks that littered around the sides and even on the skin around her folds.

But he was a man, not a boy. He didn't see anything but perfection on her skin.

One hand trailed down her breasts, tickled her stomach, he inched his hand closer to her quivering heat, breathing hitched in anticipation as his soft touch caressed her inner thigh. Just as she thought she'd get her release, as soon as she thought his fingers would work on the swollen bundle of nerves, his hand moved back up her leg. she groaned, slightly kicking her feet in a tantrum.

He let out a low chuckle, he loved doing this to her. Bringing her to the edge under his touch. His hand continued to playfully ache her, she eventually had enough, she was kicking, crying out of frustration and she would get her release by him, no matter what. she grabbed his hand and forced it to her clit. he indulged her neediness and rubbed her clit painfully slow but enough— just enough for her breathing to become shallow, her back to arch and her thighs to tense, signaling her release. just as she was on the edge of her orgasm his hand came to a stop. frustration ate away at her and she put her own hand on her swollen bundle of nerves. his large hand covered her wrist and forced her hands between them both, stuck between their bodies. his arm wrapped around her middle and kept her pressed against his chest. another hand wrapped around her neck, his fingers digging on the sides just enough to cut the airflow.

"Bad girl..." his voice deep in her ear, "you wait to come until I let you, do you hear me?"

her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure and pain. her fingers and toes tingling, becoming numb and her vision blurring.

"do you hear me princess?" he repeated again, fingers tightening.

she nodded, just before her vision went blank, her consciousness fleeting he let go of her neck and rubbed her clit again, this time giving her what she wanted and just like that she was back in her body, the sudden jolt of pleasure reawakened every inch of her body.

"come." her growled into her ear.

she moved against the rhythm of his fingers, her eyes welled up with tears from the euphoria he gave her.

she unraveled only for him.

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BARK BARK

‘U like the way I fuck cuz I get rough’

Niharikajetty twitter

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Kacchan!!!

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Bakugou and Deku fanart qwq

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2019 InuSketchtember compilation part 3 of 3!

It’s actually quite nice to see how my view of the characters evolved during the month and how more patient I became with drawing lmao bless you sketchtember

For those of you who never saw these: the last drawing of this series I will link here instead of reposting, because I trully believe it deserves it’s own post anyway, and was my little tribute to the series in form of a 4 in 1 pic hehe.

A Feudal Fairy Tale | And this is the one with static/wallpaper versions of it

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Actor AU! Promoting The Final Season 🤟🔥

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AHHH YOURE ALIVE HOW ARE YOU

I AM. BARELY. LIFE REALLY KICKED MY ASS FOR THE PAST YEAR NOW. Hopefully I’ll have more time to be back for good.

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Thinking about him

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“Kagome taught me how to smile, how to believe in people. Kagome was the reason I could make friends, and rely on those friends. To shed tears for others, to understand true strength and kindness…They’re all things I learned from Kagome. Kagome was born to meet me, and I was born for her!”

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New York City (9/2) | Matilda

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I have having writers block. Especially bc i look at my previous work and start to judge it to the point to where i wanna delete everything. Lmao.

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Crap, InuYasha is my emotional support dog, isn’t he?

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InuKag 💕

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Want to do it again?

[Digital Art, Clip Studio Paint]

[January 18, 2022]

Meme redraw! (original from HIMYM) Armin thirdwheeling will never not be funny to me